A few weekends ago we took a leisurely drive to Pescadero.
There isn’t much to do there except
have mimosas at Duarte’s Tavern with the locals,
pick up a loaf of fresh bread and goat cheese at the Pescadero Country Store, and
revel in the quiet at the cemetery just outside of town.
Nothing much at all – which is perfect when nothing is needed.
I was introduced to the cemetery on one of my first trips to Northern California last year, and I wasn’t sure about it at first – but soon fell in love. It’s a quiet place, but far from solemn. It invites reflection and a simple appreciation of the landscape. From the top of the hill you can see across fields of grazing cattle, into wooded thickets and out across to the ocean. It’s peaceful and refreshing, and we respect the presence of those who rest there by treading softly.
We sat on the coast at the end of the day and watched the tide roll in – wine in hand, enjoying the breeze.
Sometimes, you cannot ask for more.